Everything Is Generated Through Your Own Will

When The Wind Is Right, A Faint Odor Of Kerosene Is Exhaled From Senator Mccarthy.

Ours Is A Culture And A Time Immensely Rich In Trash As It Is In Treasures.

(...) And Metaphors Like Cats Behind Your Smile, Each One Wound Up To Purr, Each One A Pride, Each One A Fine Gold Beast You've Hid Inside (...)

So It Was The Hand That Started It All . . . His Hands Had Been Infected, And Soon It Would Be His Arms . . . His Hands Were Ravenous.

You Have To Learn To Take Rejection Not As An Indication Of Personal Failing But As A Wrong Address.